The eloquent thoughts in my brain fall from my fingers and lips as tattered rags upon the earth; or escape into nothingness, unexpressed and forgotten.In my mind I fret and want to choose my words carefully only to stumble through conversations like a punch drunk fighter unaware that the arena is empty and everyone has gone home.
I see a path before me and I am struggling to grasp where I am to begin. The road is straight however I must follow a path along the road that winds back and forth in order to learn how to walk on the road. On the sides of the road I must work on myself; strengthen my physical and spiritual self, grow and learn. If I choose and it is a choice I am free to make, I can keep my focus on the sides of the road and I will still be making progress along the road and will even find my feet occasionally on the road as I cross back and forth. If I choose and again it is a choice I am free to make, I can focus on the road itself. Out on the road I must put myself aside, relinquish control and submit to God fully. Out on the road itself faith, compassion, mercy and grace will guide my feet. Out on the road I must help others unconditionally without waiver, those who I will encounter on the road may be on their own paths, roads or wandering in the wilderness and all that is required of me is that I love them and God will do the rest through me. There will even be times when I will have to step back off the road to rest and be restored and continue to grow.
My choices so clear and clouded…